The Creator

In his palm
The earth he holds
Through his visions
Our lives unfold
Through just his words
Came the light
That guides us through
What would be night
The cycles of life
The seasons that pass
The reasons for the colors
Of the sky and the grass
Why the world is round
Why a bird can sing
He had his helping hand
In everything
His spirit's found
Through the world
No matter where it is you go
Within the mountains, trees and lakes
And everywhere the wind may blow
He is real
And sooner or later
We all shall know
He is the creator